Once lovely Venus to her wayward boy—Her wilful torment and her keen delight—
Spake chidingly:—"Why must you me annoyWith your capricious wiles by day and night?
Perplexing child, display your arts elsewhere:
Turn you to those whom idly now you spare!Cold in content, and armored in their pride,
Behold the Muses!—let them claim your care!"To whom the laughing Cupid:—"Nay, I've tried
What ways I know, to move those ladies fair;But, ah, my mother, they're so occupied!"